“Mom! Mom!…I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU!”
My five year old suddenly shouted from behind a bush on the side of the house. I was standing nearby, looking at his tiny bare feet poking out below. I could hear the bashfulness in his voice. He couldn’t look at me directly while making his bold heart confession. It was the sweetest little voice with big words I’d ever heard from a shrub. Maybe this was my burning bush moment. I just know my heart caught fire for a minute when I realized what was happening.
“You are?! You’re in love with me?”
I hear a simple “yep” reply. He’s stepped out now, making all of himself visible to me.
I can’t contain myself any longer and I scoop close this little mister into my middle. I hug him with my knees and arms and squeeze my response back into him.
“I’m so glad. I’m so in love with you, too, buddy.”
Then he trots off, reassured. And I prance off with high steps because I feel like the most loved woman in the entire world. Yeah…my burning bush moment. Holy ground.
SHE GILDS THE LILY: a lavish waste of words and wonder 